Grounded (The 100 Fan-fiction)

Chapter six (competitive bitches.)

 

I walked, you could say angrily. My steps fell heavy with frustration as I pushed my legs forward. making sure to Definitely walk always ahead of Clarke.

why? Cuz i was in a pissy mood. And I'm a childish immature little winy baby... I am aware of that fact, and I am ok with said fact. 

She noticed my attempts at being first and squinted trying to keep up. pushing ahead even when her breathing got harsh and the other's voices became muffled by distance, she didn't stop. and neither did i.

i'd step a little faster. she'd glare and step just a little faster too. 

by the end of things we looked like two mean old ladys power walking out painful farts. 

I say painful farts because 1. I believe in using colorful imagery to create a vivid world of words.and whats more Colorful than senile gas?   And 2. our faces were so scrunched in effort and defiance we literally looked like two elderly women pushing out rebellious toots as we walked faster than our bodies wanted us to. 

it wasn't until we got so far ahead we couldn't even see the others that we stopped out of breath and tired as hell. I watched her resisting the urge to just fall on the ground and trying desperately to slow her breathing as to not show weakness.

 

that's when i started to laugh just burst out laughing. quite maddly i would say.

And for a moment she studied me allowing herself a few tired inhales.

 

"what?" she asked defensively.

 

I laughed harder as she spoke putting my hands on my bent knees for support as my breath and laugh fought, and i started to cough still smiling though.

 

she sighed and put a hand on her side and with a roll of her piercing blue eyes she asked again.

"What?" a little sharper than before.

 

I chuckled and calmed down a little.

 

"Were still competitive bitches!" i erupted laughing a little more. it wasnt funny. It really wasn't.

it was probably the most annoying trait I had.

 

that competitive, stubborn need to beat one another. we'd always been in competition. we pushed each other and it was good until we took it too far and fought only to take a breather and realize we were both being stupid.

 

I should be ashamed I had'nt grown out of it despite my time away from her.

 

But I just found it hysterical.

 

she smiled too nodding as she did.

 

"I forgot you never could let me Lead." she said chuckling.

 

I let out one last tired chuckle before my fit subsided.

 

I shook my head. "i just hate to see you win." I admitted quietly.